Rooms meant for learning
Become places of dark Hell
Deathly legacy
News item: 215 bodies were found in unmarked graves at the former Kamloops Indian Residential School in British Columbia in May and earlier this week 751 bodies were found in unmarked graves at the former Marieval Indian Residential School in Saskatchewan.
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Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752
Pictures speak a thousand words
A child’s toy stares up at one from the ground
not far from Tehran
A plush elephant with happy smiling face
And arms open wide ready to hug
Its owner a small child
Who now lies somewhere among the rubble and debris
that was Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752
from Tehran to Kiev
A Boeing 737 Model 800
176 lives lost
A bride and groom married in Tehran on New Year’s Day
beginning a journey back to their home in Canada
only to return to soil
not far from their place of wedding nuptials
Wedding joy now to be replaced by mourning at funerals
Another couple husband and wife
Both professors and their two lovely daughters
The youngest said to be very inquisitive
And who only recently began playing soccer
She’d always ask, a tearful coach now tells reporters,
Why do we have to do this exercise, coach?
Will it help us win?
Will it help us get better at playing?
A voice full of curiosity
That now will no longer be heard
in the spring
When birds chirp
And the soccer ball is dropped on green grass
And one player will be missing from the team.
A woman doctor
And her two teen daughters
She brought experience and knowledge to her patients
They brought smiles and joy to classmates
And now both a doctor’s office
And a classroom will feel a lot emptier
A man has lost a sister
And parents have lost a son
And so so many have lost friends
And loved ones.
The spectre of death has raised his hand so many times in this region of the world
Through war and conflict
and clash of titanic egos
But that is not enough to satisfy death
A country’s leadership vows vengeance for a general slain
And another country’s leader gives a press conference in which he proclaims Victory and says peace is available to those willing to capitulate to him
But those huge egos that are the handmaidens of death
are still not enough to satisfy that scythe wielding spectre’s appetite
He must on his own reach out a giant spectral hand
And pull a plane down from the sky
176 lives lost
A newly wed couple
An entire family
A brother
A sister
A son
The hand of death will create a ripple effect across the world
A voice that will no longer be heard
A smile that will no longer be seen
An empty chair forever empty
A locker with contents to be emptied
but not by the locker’s owner.
A child’s toy
A plush elephant with happy smiling face
And arms open wide ready to hug
And its owner no longer around to receive it.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday January 8th
2020.
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When So Very Few Words Can Say So Much
On Wednesday October 23rd 2019, the bodies of 31 men and 8 women were found frozen to death in a refrigerator truck in an industrial estate in the town of Grays, Essex, England.
The 39 were migrants being brought into the United Kingdom by human traffickers.
One of those believed to have suffocated and frozen to death in the cramped tractor unit was Miss Pham Thi Tra My, 26, who was from Vietnam.
The family of Miss Tra My had paid £30,000 to people smugglers to get her into the United Kingdom.
The last they heard from her was on Tuesday night when they got a text message from her saying she couldn’t breathe.
This last message they received from her was on Tuesday night at 22:30 Greenwich Time two hours before the trailer arrived at the Purfleet terminal from Zeebrugge in Belgium.
Sometimes very few words can say so much.
The last words sent from Miss Tra My were:
“I am really, really sorry, Mom and Dad, my trip to a foreign land has failed.
I am dying. I can’t breathe. I love you very much, Mom and Dad. I am sorry, Mother.”
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Dracul Van Helsing 
Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752
January 8, 2020 at 11:57 pm (Commentary, Geopolitics and International Relations, International Intrigue, News, Poetry, Tragedy) (poem, Tehran plane crash, Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752)
Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752
Pictures speak a thousand words
A child’s toy stares up at one from the ground
not far from Tehran
A plush elephant with happy smiling face
And arms open wide ready to hug
Its owner a small child
Who now lies somewhere among the rubble and debris
that was Ukraine International Airlines Flight 752
from Tehran to Kiev
A Boeing 737 Model 800
176 lives lost
A bride and groom married in Tehran on New Year’s Day
beginning a journey back to their home in Canada
only to return to soil
not far from their place of wedding nuptials
Wedding joy now to be replaced by mourning at funerals
Another couple husband and wife
Both professors and their two lovely daughters
The youngest said to be very inquisitive
And who only recently began playing soccer
She’d always ask, a tearful coach now tells reporters,
Why do we have to do this exercise, coach?
Will it help us win?
Will it help us get better at playing?
A voice full of curiosity
That now will no longer be heard
in the spring
When birds chirp
And the soccer ball is dropped on green grass
And one player will be missing from the team.
A woman doctor
And her two teen daughters
She brought experience and knowledge to her patients
They brought smiles and joy to classmates
And now both a doctor’s office
And a classroom will feel a lot emptier
A man has lost a sister
And parents have lost a son
And so so many have lost friends
And loved ones.
The spectre of death has raised his hand so many times in this region of the world
Through war and conflict
and clash of titanic egos
But that is not enough to satisfy death
A country’s leadership vows vengeance for a general slain
And another country’s leader gives a press conference in which he proclaims Victory and says peace is available to those willing to capitulate to him
But those huge egos that are the handmaidens of death
are still not enough to satisfy that scythe wielding spectre’s appetite
He must on his own reach out a giant spectral hand
And pull a plane down from the sky
176 lives lost
A newly wed couple
An entire family
A brother
A sister
A son
The hand of death will create a ripple effect across the world
A voice that will no longer be heard
A smile that will no longer be seen
An empty chair forever empty
A locker with contents to be emptied
but not by the locker’s owner.
A child’s toy
A plush elephant with happy smiling face
And arms open wide ready to hug
And its owner no longer around to receive it.
-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday January 8th
2020.
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